I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through
Monday, December 16, 2013
Not Exactly the Holiday Playlist - Carol of the Bells Brains
Jim Wright, this one's for you, buddy.
Wish I could remember who I got this link from. Whomever it was, hey, thanks.
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